Tyrant

"Just one more bite," rang a gentle elderly voice inside the hospital room.

Grandfather Xiang was feeding Hyson with his own hands without feeling anything wrong with this situation. Yes, Hyson was old enough to eat on his own but how can be the second spoiled one in this family if he did that. 

Hyson was whining as he shook his head, "That's enough, Opa! I don't want to eat anymore."

"You can't survive on intravenous drips, my little prince," said Grandfather Xiang. "Just eat a little more."

Hyson pouted unhappily, "Then get me something else to eat. I can't eat anymore of this bland congee. I hate it."

"Just bear with it for a couple more days," Grandfather Xiang seemed to be coaxing him like he was a little kid. "I promised you before that you'll get anything you like as soon as you get better. For now, you can only eat light things. Liquid food is best for you that's easy on the stomach."

*Knock! Knock!*